***this book contains infidelity, adultery, and swearing, you've been warned***
Would you fight for someone you love?
Most would've answered yes.
But would you fight for a married man whom you love?
All would've called you slut, if you said yes.
But...
I would never ever ever bring a man for my parents to meet.
Big J hadn't even stepped one foot inside our humble abode and my dad already implied how he would not think twice in using his shotgun on guys who hurts his little girl.
Let me tell you how embarrassing that greeting was.
Firstly, my mother was the one to invite Rosa for dinner. This wasn't a meet-and-greet the guy I am interested in or something.
Secondly, Big J seems like someone who has a girlfriend - with that height and very charming smile - he should have one or two.... But I sure as hell know it is not me.
Thirdly, I am not interested. In relationships. At all.
I scoffed and pursed my lips as I stayed silently seated on our living room couch, fiddling with the ends of my floral dress in the process. While my parents greeted Rosa and Big J by the front door.
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"You shouldn't have bothered" my mother chuckled and Rosa countered, "I had grown a lot of African Violets at home and I know your peanut butter cookies are better than mine so, here you go"
"Thank you Rosa, come on in" my father said and I heard shuffling, knowing all too well they'll walk in the living in a few seconds.
I straightened my dress and crossed my legs, watching an old season of Lucifer in Netflix.
I mean, who in their right mind would ignore all that Welsh hotness in the body of Tom Ellis? I don't think so much hotness can fit inside his body but damn boy.
A low whistle was heard first before I saw Big J entering with a big grin, his hands stuck inside his jean pockets. "You watch this show?" he asked, staring at Mazikeen on screen. Of course, boys and tight leather bustiers are like positive and negative magnets - they attract.
I actually don't know what to say. It has been years since I last saw this boy and he was far too different that last time we were together.
The parents must be in the dining room or something, but anyways this is Big J right? Just my childhood playmate. There's no need to be awkward Dione, just refrain from staring too much and he'll think you're sane. He has grown so well.
"Better than the last episodes of Game of Thrones, so don't judge me" I chuckled softly, trying hard to act like a friend from before as Big J walked in and sat at the other edge of the couch I'm on.
My eyes gave him a glance the second time tonight, his hair is swept back, wearing a grey polo shirt and black jeans. Oh and that Adidas is my type of sneakers. My eyes trailed to his jaw and cheek, he is biting the insides of his cheek and I fully remember he only does that when he is nervous. Is he? But why? I'm still me.
